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Text for Page 121 [11-18-1860]

	   Picton�s �Gray Mare.�
accordance with the present rather theatrical
fashion, with gold ornaments to match pendulous
from her back-hair � �Did you notice, before
supper?�   �No, it was too dusky.�     �What�s
in the wind now, I wonder?� Haney had taken
the girl�s hand and held it for some time, as they
sat on the sofa, subsequent to Matty�s quitting it.
  I walked home with him and had a toddy and
we talked of the girls, of Jim Parton and of old
Fanny.        If the lat would only elope with noisome
Oliver Dyer now! �
  19.  Monday.  Wrote to Atwood a Boston ad-
vertizing man whom I got a letter from on Satur-
day.        Out to the rooms of the American Institute
Co to see McElrath senior, who has some expec-
tations abut the possibility of resuming publication 
of the �Century� supposing Gibbons drops it.   Return
and writing the last seven pages, then at story.
In the evening called on Shepherd, there an hour,
then to Picton�s.       His wife answered the door, want-
ed to know what I wanted with him, deliberated
and said he wasn�t at home!              A dank, dreary
night; going back through the black streets I had
a hard fight against a bad relapse into horror.
Took refuge in the parlor awhile and going up stairs
found Damoreau and a fellow-engraver, Miller
there.    The former read a recently-received letter               
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